Reconnecting

Hi, "Betty" here.  Sorry it has been like over a week since I have said anything on here.  As "C" said it was our anniversary this past week!  It was amazing to be able to celebrate 7 wonderful years with the best person I know.  So, between Passover at the In-laws and our anniversary, it made for a week with very little down time.  Anyway, I have been thinking about my past a lot recently.  I don't know what set me off, but it had me thinking about my Mom and high school and old friends.  I was especially focusing on a teacher who really was like my mentor through high school and my first year of college.  I was at one point an art major, well art education major.  So, not really good enough for fine arts, but still artsy and somewhat talented.  In high school I lived in the art room and my art teacher was one of my best friends.  I came out to her before I came out to any other adult and she helped me through.  She left my high school and started teaching art ed at the college that I wanted to go to during my senior year of high school.  I was upset that she was leaving me in my most important year, but it was pretty awesome when she was one of my professors in college.  Then I came out to my parents and ended up going through a lot of drama and was kind of an emotional wreck for a while.  My work started hardcore dropping and so there were strains on our professional relationship, which turned into strains on our personal relationship.  I ended up changing my major and we just didn't see each other again.  I always felt bad that I had let someone who had done so much for me just drift away.  In my defense, it was a REALLY rough period.  I think I only passed one class that next semester.  I eventually recovered and came out the other side with a degree in communications.  Anyway, I had been thinking a lot about this lost friend and mentor so I looked her up online and called her.  I am not sure what I was expecting.  The last time we talked it was about my drop in work quality and that I was changing majors.  But it was awkward and kind of cold, not the warm loving person I remember.  I guess I was kind of stuck in the past and I suppose that there is an amount of time that becomes too great to overcome and say what should have been said long ago.  I said that I just had been thinking of her and that I really wanted her to know that even though I let the ball drop I appreciated everything she did for me back then.  She thanked me, said it was nice for me to call and to drop her an email sometime.  I am not sure what I was searching for, but I didn't find it.  Something that was supposed to make me happier has actually made me feel really sad...

Anniversary!

Hey all, it's C here! Today is our 7 year anniversary. I'm super excited. I've been really excited about this anniversary for over a month now, back when I bought B's present. AND the weather is actually kind of nice, which is good considering how horrible it has been around here lately.

Every year on our anniversary we go to The Melting Pot, which is a wonderful and delicious fondue restaurant. If you haven't been there, and they have one in your area, I totally recommend it. Or another fondue restaurant. It's a really romantic date night. It takes a while to eat, since you have to cook your own food in the fondue pot, and it really gives you a chance to talk and connect over dinner.  And, they always include us in whatever card/gift they are giving out to couples celebrating their anniversary, which we appreciate.  Plus, where could you go wrong with chocolate fondue for dessert?!?

Hey all! It's "Betty" here.  So, I am a huge goober when it comes to musicals and it surprisingly comes from my right wing mother and not my gay father. My mom would always clean on the weekends, which is where my neat-freak side comes from, and while she was cleaning she would have Turner Classic Movies or American Movie Classics on. I was an only child and had to help clean before I could go out with friends, so I ended up watching a lot of musicals. Long story short, I fell in love with them. I have always thought that life would be more interesting if people actually broke out into song and dance in the middle of the street. There is almost always a happy ending and the suspension from reality is a nice break sometimes. Anyway, I watched one of my favorite musicals today at work (I work in a nursing home), "The Harvey Girls" with Judy Garland.  Judy Garland is one of my favorite people and it has been so long since I have seen this movie I completely forgot how awesome it was!  There is a scene at the beginning of the movie when Judy gets off the train that has to be one of the biggest musical numbers MGM ever did.  It is amazing!
 


It was really nice to revisit one of my old favorites and watching it made me remember spending time with my mom. It has been almost 7 years since I got kicked out and even though my mom was a huge bitch about me coming out, I miss her like crazy.

FCKH8

We really like this video, but warning, don't watch it if you're easily offended by cursing.



They also made this anti-bullying video:



On their website FCKH8 they have shirts, buttons, stickers, and wristbands you can buy with cute sayings on them like "Some chicks marry chicks, get over it," "Don't b h8n on the homos," and "some kids r gay, that's okay." We really like their message and in your face approach.

A Little Bitter Today...

I'm starting to get really fucking bitter about straight weddings and marriages.  I'm so SICK of seeing pictures of people's weddings on facebook, and how happy they are, and all the congratulatory posts on their wall.  I'm sick of having to attend weddings, engagement parties, and bridal showers.  I'm sick of smiling and pretending to be happy about how fortunate they are that their friends and families, and the government, want to recognize and celebrate their union.  I know I should be happy for them, and I truly am happy for anyone who can find happiness in this life, but I find the inequality of it really hurtful and upsetting.  And then these lucky straight people always have to find something to complain about.  Their dress wasn't perfect, the photographer sucked, the DJ played a song they didn't like... It frustrates me that people can't seem to understand how we feel.  When I told my mother I wanted to marry B (or are we calling her Betty now?), she literally asked me WHY I wanted to get married.  If we were a straight couple together for 7 years, people would be asking us why we WEREN'T married already!  When my (straight) sister got engaged, my mother told everyone she ever met in the world and has never been happier.  Yes, I AM happy for my sister and her fiance, but I want people to be happy for me also...

What A Weekend

So we decided to take a break from domesticity this weekend and actually go to a bar with friends. We went to Ginger's Bar in Park Slope, Brooklyn.  It's great hole in the wall kind of "family" bar.  We are not into the club scene, so this bar is perfect for us.  There's something really special about being in a small, gay bar with friendly bartenders and feeling completely comfortable.  7 rum and cokes later, and you're singing Total Eclipse of the Heart at the top of your lungs, accompanied by the drunk strangers down the bar.  That's the fun part.

The not so fun part happens on the long subway ride home, and once you finally get home at 5:30 in the morning and end up praying to the porcelain god and shaking uncontrollably on the floor for 8 hours.  B is insisting that I inform you all that I'm only talking about myself, she may have gotten sick once and was fine.  However, she did wake up at 3:30 in the afternoon still drunk.

Obviously we need more practice outside of the realm of domesticity, or we just need to stay in our box.  Time to watch lesbian movies and cuddle on the couch...

I guess it's my turn...

B started it, so I guess now I should introduce myself to the blogosphere. I'm C, the younger one in the relationship (sure it's only 15 months, but I always rub it in). I work 12 hour nights, so I'm typically cranky. I am not exactly neat or completely "balanced" and am generally the one who makes the messes that B talks so fondly about cleaning up. I'm very politically aware/active. I am a HUGE baseball fan (Let's go METS!), and super excited for today's season opener. I'm the middle child born into a Jewish family, and can confirm that the stereotype of a Jewish mother (a woman intensely loving, but controlling to the point of smothering and attempting to engender enormous guilt in her children via the endless suffering she professes to have experienced on their behalf) is accurate. I'm the only (openly) gay member of my immediate or extended family, and the coming out process has not been easy. I'm proud of who I am, I'm proud of my beautiful, loving relationship, and have decided that I'm living my life for me and my partner. Or, at least, I'm attempting to...